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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

“Sick and Tired"© By Me

“Sick and Tired"©
By Tulip Cole


I’m tired, tired of being broken down by many nights where
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man

I’m sick, sick of always trying to find that beautiful light at the end of the tunnel not knowing how my luck will funnel down to my pockets, see my child needs me
Just because you are out in the streets, running to this corner and that corner just to make a dollar, doesn’t mean that your daughter, oops I’m sorry my daughter, has to suffer.
Some nights, I wonder how life would have been with you and I realize, nigga,
I’m better without you. You swear up and down that “baby, I’ll change, just wait” well fuck that I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired of hoping and praying that you change,
knowing that when you come around you just want the change in my pocket so that you can save up for that Range you bull shit about.

I’m sick of always having to call your momma to ask where you are and she can never seem to tell me the exact location so I’m forced to be Detective Gadget in this bitch and look for you all over the nation.
She allows you to do whatever you want, just so she can flaunt to her friends at the new piece of shit you bought.

But mostly I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I’m sick and tired of hating you.
I’m sick and tired of fighting you.
I’m sick and tired of wanting you because I know I can never have you.


I’m tired, tired of being broken down by many nights where
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man.
But what you have to understand is I’m sick and tired of being the man. So step up and listen.

1 comment:

Benji bka SexciFAB said...

THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL POEM ... FULL OF EMOTION. EXCELLENT INTROSPECTIVE DICTATION OF THE SOUL OF SO MANY SUFFERING WOMEN TODAY .... BRAVO!!! GET IT GAL!

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